I, Suiren, will teach Ziyi how to make stockings.

It was obvious that Ye Chongren set up the trap on purpose.

"Senior, thank you for your guidance. Without your sharing of the Dao, I would not have been able to control my own power so quickly.

It took me fifteen years to watch Hongjun fight before I understood the use of the Tao.

"Fellow Daoist, you've only needed one hour to help me understand the harmony between the physical body and the Dao. Senior, you have excellent methods." Ye Chongren saluted with reverence, his hands clasped together.

"Oh, then let me see how much you have learned?" Staring at Ye Chongren, the Yangmei ancestor's eyelids twitched.

At this moment, Patriarch Yangmei was extremely angry.

But now is a war, and there is no point in arguing.

Strong strength, absolute strength, is everything.

The most important point is that in his field, no matter how Ye Chongren jumps around, he is always at a disadvantage.

"Come on." Seeing Ancestor Yangmei taking action, Ye Chongren smiled and began to mobilize the strength of his body to fight against Ancestor Yangmei head-on.

"Boom boom boom." At this moment, the two of them once again turned into a primitive battle, like a fight between street hooligans.

However, this is not the case.

Their realm has long reached the point of returning to nature, and a seemingly simple punch can kill ordinary saints.

Perhaps they felt that skills were useless, so they exchanged punches and kicks, each one hitting the flesh.

"Asshole, you are at least the ninth level of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, how can you use such insidious means." As Ye Chongren touched the crotch, poked the eyes, and killed for a thousand years, the Yangmei ancestor lost his patience.

There is no way. Ye Chongren is too insidious and uses all means.

"Really?" Ye Chongren swung his fists with increasing speed.

Patriarch Yangmei refused to give in and his attacks were equally terrifying.

"I am a hollow willow, born to control the laws of space. No matter how fast you are, how fast can you be?" Grabbing Ye Chongren's hand, Patriarch Yangmei sneered with disdain.

"Ah!" However, just as the smile bloomed, Patriarch Yangmei screamed.

His feet were stepped on by Ye Chongren, almost touching the ground.

"Grab my hand, I still have feet." Taking advantage of the moment when Yangmei Patriarch screamed, Ye Chongren thrust his arm forward and grabbed Yangmei Patriarch's long hair.

The moment he grabbed Taoist Yangmei's hair, Ye Chongren bent his body, tightened his waist, and kicked his knees. The whole set of movements was done in one go and was extremely smooth.

"Bang." As Ye Chongren's knee hit Yangmei Laozu's nose, the entire bridge of his nose sank in.

In an instant, Patriarch Yangmei felt his brain go blank and his eyes were full of stars.

At the same time, something sticky seemed to flow out of the nose, and it was blood.

"Bang." Before Yangmei Patriarch could react, Ye Chongren's knee hit him again, immediately making a dent in his head.

After the first one, the second and the third one will come soon...

"Bang." It was not until a muffled sound and Yangmei Laozi's head exploded that Ye Chongren lost control.

"Suiren, you are looking for death." The body retreated, and the head of the ancestor Yangmei recovered quickly, and he couldn't help but curse.

With a wave of his hand, a wooden sword appeared in the hands of Yangmei Patriarch, and he chopped at Ye Chongren.

Since breaking through to the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian realm, Patriarch Yangmei has never suffered such humiliation. If he doesn't kill Ye Chongren today, how can he get rid of the hatred in his heart?

Even though this is just a wooden sword, the Taoist patterns on it are not simple.

If Ye Chongren guessed correctly, this was the natal magic weapon of the Yangmei ancestor, which had been nurtured for many years.

"Wow, he can actually ignore space." When the knife light appeared, Ye Chongren's scalp numbed. He immediately used the earth-splitting chisel and then stabbed out with a gun.

With a loud bang, the wooden sword magic weapon collided with the earth-splitting chisel, and the terrifying force raged in all directions, knocking Ye Chongren and Yangmei Patriarch away.

If you look closely, you can find something unusual.

Ye Chongren and the ancestor Yangmei suddenly formed two absolute faces.

The power of Patriarch Yangmei is white, while the power of Ye Chongren is blue.

Throughout the Zixiao Palace, a crack extended from the collision point, one hundred and one blue, surprisingly, they were two different worlds.